Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 412

He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.

Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.

Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”

The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.

“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a

person.

With pursed lips, Spencer gave her one deep look and then pushed the door open to leave.

The colleagues outside saw his coffee–stained figure but dared not stare, all thinking Ms. Haywood was the real powerhouse.

the wall, catching his breath, and glanced at his arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that despite knowing her disdain, he almost lost it over her words.

With no outlet for his

disgust but something more that made her feel endangered. But she had no time to dwell on these feelings. Her mind was preoccupied with the two

praise for Alivia, nearly putting

ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s maneuvers, how she

blessings, was Alivia’s warning shot. If Brielle showed any sign of weakness now, she’d be conceding defeat to Alivia before

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Il Brielle called Max now to check on him, she would seem petty in comparison to Alivia’s

belly with heavy thoughts. This

down her computer, her gaze dro the

the Rowland

sanatorium, and Martha’s thousand–square–foot villa was dedicated to her service alone. The treatment rivaled that of any facility abroad. However, ever since her return, her spirits had been laul. Her hands

light meal for her, but Martha just waved it away, “Max, why don’t you

still lingered on Brielle, but seeing Martha’s weary and anxious face, he nodded.

and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

out his phone, intending to call Brielle to explain the situation. But Alvia approached, a smile appearing on her face upon seeing him still there.

remained unchanged. “Do you remember our last conversation? I asked if